Still, The Roulette Wheel Goes Round And Round
Take it as an excuse for a lack of words but why should I bother to even have my thoughts spelled out in a paragraph?
They are as insignificant as I am lazy. Or could it be that I view them as trivial because I am not willing to commit the time to put them into words?
But are they not already words in my head? The words that echo themselves so frequently in the confines of my skull – are they not thoughts in my head? Could we say they are one and the same?
Questions to which I do not have the answers. Emotions of which I am devoid. Life in which I am feeling quite helpless.
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